Saturday, March 31, 2018

Be Kind to Yourself

Most of our lovely Canadian crew.
The last couple weeks on the Ship I saw that several people were reading a book called Looming Transitions. Apparently it’s good to start planning your transition a couple of months in advance. So I figured I would go get a copy from the Chaplains and see what it had to say. Let me say, I’m glad that the first chapter was about being kind to yourself (at least that’s what I got out of it). It talks about the tension that comes from being in a place and that reality continuing, but knowing you are leaving and starting a new reality. For me it’s the balance between: the Ship getting ready to send the Advance team to Guinea (and being in the middle of that because I’m doing HR handover), winding down Cameroon, sending Assessment teams to Senegal, helping to hire new Media Liaisons for Guinea (and starting to train them, leave handover material, etc.), watching the calendar fill up with teams and media for next year, hearing the talk about the new Ship; and knowing I’m going home, thinking about where to live, where to work, finding a church, what I want to do. I know the reality that I’m approaching, but I can’t be fully in that reality yet because I’m still here for another three months and want to do that well. I’ve only just started the book but hopefully it has some good suggestions for managing that tension. In the meantime I will keep telling myself: be kind to yourself. There’s a lot of emotions and internal chaos happening right now, and that’s okay.

Jared smiling painfully after I made fun of him
and he had no come back (PC: Kat Sotolongo)
As usual, I spent some of the last few weeks hosting, in particular a large Belgian whirlwind of a trip which involved over 170 Belgians coming onboard, 10 Vision Trip guests, 3 large onboard events, and the final Ruben visit of the year. In non-work related activities, I got to do some role play and lead a team of ‘intruders’ in taking the Ship hostage as part of a security drill; I helped lead Comms Karaoke and rapped some Missy Elliott; I got to host our Global Community Gathering (where we ‘gather’ with our National Offices) with my buddy Jared and got some good laughs out of everyone; I attended two Celebration of Sights in one day (one for adults and one for kids) and the Eye team Day Crew decided that I was around enough that I was now an honorary member of their choir; and I got to attend an off ship dinner with the majority of our Canadian crew members, where I was reminded of how diverse our country is. 

Beach day with these ladies.
Some of you might remember my friend Anna who was here last year – she came back for a few weeks to help out at the HOPE Center. It’s been fun to have her around, even if it’s only for a short period of time. I got to take her and a group of others to Limbe where we frolicked (yes, that’s right, frolicked) in the sand, relaxed and got very sunburnt. I introduced them to the delicious gas station coffee that is Nescafe 3-in-1. We sang loudly to country music. We went for a walk down the beach and discovered this hotel that had made an area that captured the fresh water flowing down Mount Cameroon and you could swim in it – it was SO cold, but incredibly refreshing. I spent an evening with her at the Team House baking delicious chocolate chip cookies and singing to Disney music (you can see that we do a lot of singing). Funny enough, we both fly out next Friday and will be seeing each other again at Tyler’s wedding. I’ll be back in North America for a whirlwind week to celebrate my friend’s wedding, and spend some quality time with my sister. 

I’ve mentioned many times how God has been stretching me to be more vulnerable and what that’s looked like. Last time, I shared about all the positive things that have come from that, the ways I was pleasantly surprised. Recently, I had a bit of a different experience, where me trying to be vulnerable ended with me flat on my face. But this isn’t necessarily a ‘negative’ experience. It’s a necessary one. Time to read Brené Brown’s book Rising Strong. In Daring Greatly she explains how to be more open and vulnerable (and why it’s worth it); in Rising Strong she starts by explaining that when we dare greatly, we will inevitably get hurt and fall on our faces, and that it’s equally as important to learn how to get back up from that and try again. I can tell how much I’ve grown because even though the experience hurt and trust was broken, there is no part of me that regretted trying or wished I hadn’t trusted. Instead of closing myself off and putting all my walls back up, which would have been my previous response, my reaction has been to figure out how to get back up and try again.

If you ever needed a small window into what Renee is passionate about: yesterday was a day off and I spent it listening to Pod Save America (an amazing podcast by some former Obama staffers); reading two books about the Trump/Clinton campaigns (Unbelievable by Katy Tur; Shattered by Jonathan Allen); discussing abortion and transgender issues with two friends; and watching Designated Survivor (a political show where the Capitol building is blown up during the State of the Union and only one member of the cabinet, the designated survivor, survives and becomes President). As my return date approaches, I’ve spent more and more time trying to figure out exactly where I stand on controversial political issues, following the upcoming Ontario Provincial election, thinking about where I could go see a rally for the 2018 U.S. midterm elections, trying to find the candidate/party I want to support in Canada’s 2019 elections, figuring out how I can get involved in Ottawa’s municipal elections. I’m not quite sure where all this passion and interest will lead but all I know is that it’s been amplified the longer I’ve been away, especially as my arrival date gets closer and closer. All this to say, I think I picked the right Master’s program.

In the next three months, it's possible that my posts get further and further apart as I have less to say. Or (more likely) they will continue to come, but become less about Mercy Ships and more about my efforts to transition, not only home, but to the next season of life.

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. ~ Isaiah 43:18-19

Giving a tour of our Midship/Café area.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Thoughts: International Women's Day


This Thursday was International Women’s day and it turns out it’s quite a big deal here in Cameroon (and in Africa in general). Many women had dresses and outfits made from a special fabric made available just for this occasion and then headed downtown for a parade/march. The newspaper talked about how the President’s push for more women in government was working and how they were ahead of many other countries in terms of female representation. The first lady was the host of the parade in Yaoundé. Day Crew kept wishing me a happy women’s day. And I was in my full contrarian mode, dismissing it and saying, for me, every day is women’s day, 365 days a year. I am a woman every single day and I am empowered to do anything I want to every single day.

As I’ve thought about it more and more this week, I realized what an absolutely amazing thing that is. The fact that I have those opportunities and could choose to do anything - that is a testimony to all the women who have come before me. That comes on the back of those who fought every step of the way. I sometimes take that for granted as an unalienable right but it’s only in the last 100 years that women have had the right to vote, and have been elected to public offices. Women and men have fought for every freedom that I now currently enjoy, pushed for equality in all areas of life. And what I take for granted, what I assume that everyone around me understands (that women are smart and capable and amazing), is not the common assumption in many other countries. It’s the reason that this day is so big in Africa, because women across the continent are still fighting that fight. They are fighting to be provided opportunities outside of the home, to have their voices heard.

All of my life, I have had strong female role models to look up. The women who held the first Women’s Day in 1909 in New York, I wonder who they looked up to, who their role models were? Did they just have a dream, a sense of what they could do? When I was in high school, my dream was to do hockey play by play commentary for TSN (a very Canadian dream). I couldn’t believe how many times people would laugh at me, or tell me they a woman could never do that, that no one would want to listen to a woman’s voice for hours. I was shocked. At home, I had always received encouragement from my parents that I could do anything I wanted. To be told I couldn’t do something based simply on my gender, with no consideration or even interest in my skills, well that was appalling to me. So I couldn’t have been happier when Cassie Campbell became the first woman to do colour commentary for a Hockey Night in Canada broadcast in 2006. As the years went by, soon all the morning sports shows had women announcing the highlights. In 2017, ESPN had a woman, Beth Mowins, do play by play for an NFL game, the first time since 1987. There is still a long way to go, but I strongly believe that a woman with the skill and desire now has those possibilities available to her. And young girls have another dream to add to the list of possibilities. As for me, I did do some play by play announcing for the men and women’s hockey and soccer teams at the university, but ultimately, God gave me new and different dreams.

Those new dreams largely have to do with politics and I want to point out two women who have inspired me greatly. The first is fictional – C.J. Cregg from the West Wing. According to Wikipedia: recognized as one of the greatest female characters in American television history.  C.J. Cregg spent the first 6 seasons being Press Secretary for the President of the United States. She uses her intelligence, quick wits, humour and ability to build relationships, to do her job with excellence. She more than holds her own in a room full of men and women. Then she gets promoted to the President’s Chief of Staff. I know she isn’t real, but watching her overcome challenges and stigma around her gender and all the things that come with that (even being made fun of for her height), provided quite an education and inspiration about how it could be done. I’m thankful for the writers of the show who were willing to put that dream out there (since we still haven’t yet had a female chief of staff) and give women someone to look up to.

The second woman is someone who is very real – Hillary Clinton. I have far too many opinions on her to say it all here, but I want to focus on the lesson that this last election provided about women running for office. The road is still long and difficult. Hillary faced challenges and obstacles that no man would ever face. We wanted her to be more like a woman (personable, softer), yet demonstrate that she could make hard life and death decisions (as if she didn’t already have an extensive body of work to point to). There was no room for her to just be Hillary the candidate. She threw herself in the fire to prove that it is possible, plausible even, for a woman to be the President of the United States. To give little girls everywhere a new dream. Think about the effect that would have had, that for every young child, having a woman as President would have been normal because that’s what they would have experienced and learned about for 4-8 years. The same way Obama being President normalized the idea of black men at the highest levels of power. I think we will see a profound effect from that in the next 10 years as those children grow up and have a new outlook on race relations. I want the same for women.

And yet, I still struggle with this idea of International Women’s Day. Too often, it’s perceived that we are raising women up at the expense of men. This is to the detriment of everyone. Rather than re-distributing the pie, we need to make the pie larger, to everyone’s benefit. To bring new skills and abilities and experiences and observations to the table. Personally, all I want is that all people have the option to do anything they are capable of doing – to be judged simply on their merits and not their gender. To not be shut out of doing something for characteristics they cannot control – their gender, skin colour, etc. I often get told that I am ‘like a man’. I used to take that as a compliment, then I realized how ridiculous that was. When people say that, what are they meaning? They mean that I am strong, independent, strong-willed, direct, etc. Why can’t I be a person who has those characteristics? Why do those characteristics have to be associated with men alone?

Mary Beard recently released a very short book called Women & Power, which I would highly recommend. In it, she talks about how we have very specific ideas of what power looks like, and that if we find that women don’t necessarily ‘fit’ into that idea of power, than shouldn’t we try changing our conception of power instead of changing women? She gives the example of Margaret Thatcher working to change how her voice sounded, or women wearing pant suits, or trying to be more authoritative, essentially being like men. But why would we not want the characteristics that women bring to the table? Compassion, empathy, inclusiveness, a willingness to compromise. A good representation of this is Téa Leoni in Madam Secretary, where we often see her ability to connect and relate about family and children, her willingness to do anything to save even one child, her desire to avoid underhanded or dirty deals, her desire to be fair, to find deals that benefit everyone, her ability to bring many parties to the table. A character who seems to be loosely based on Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State, who was said to be able to connect on a more personal level with world leaders and who was broadly liked at the time.

This argument might seem a bit strange coming from me since I am not that type of woman. Compassion and empathy are not my strengths. But that is exactly why I see the need for it, why I so admire it in others, why I value it. In a world where the U.S. government is gridlocked and accomplishes nothing, why would we not want more people who are willing to compromise? In a world where unimaginable numbers of people are displaced due to conflict and ecological disasters, why would we not want solutions coming from people who are inclusive, fair and compassionate? This is not a ‘women should run the world argument’ but rather a call to seek different qualities in our leaders. Both women and men can have these characteristics, but changing this conception of power certainly opens the door to more women to be their genuine selves and still be elected to represent us.

It would be foolish of me to talk about any of this without mentioning the critical role my parents played in my life. I grew up in a home where my parents both worked and supported each other. A home where my mother has spent 12 + years in school (2 bachelor’s degrees and a master’s degree), and often made more money than my father, yet I never once sensed that he resented that. My sister and I grew up being treated the exact same as my brother (for the most part – for some reason, mowing the lawn was a no go). My parents always encouraged me to speak my mind (I think they regretted that some days), always pushed me to chase my dreams, and never told me there were things I couldn’t do. I was offered choices: Do you want to help build the picnic table or do the dishes? The picnic table, obviously! In some ways, that’s why it was such a wakeup call to go out into the world and be told that I couldn’t do something because of my gender. What does it matter if I’m a boy or girl? And rather than crushing me, it made me more determined. I’m going to do what I want. But I know that not all children have this kind of childhood. That too often, girls are given fewer opportunities, are more restricted, are told they will stay at home. And for those girls who don’t see equality modeled at home, their hope comes from seeing what other women do. Perhaps that fire gets lit by seeing a woman go to space, or became a Navy SEAL, or become the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, or win a Nobel Peace Prize. Perhaps their hope comes from seeing a woman put herself out there and have 65 million Americans vote for her to be President. And if that inspired even one girl to dream big, to not let herself be limited by a box other people created, to believe she can do it, then I think it was worth it.

Let’s not just celebrate strong women, but also ‘weak’ women. Or maybe let’s just change how we define strength. Let’s celebrate women who are compassionate, emotional, empathetic, kind, smart, exhausted, worried, downtrodden, meek. Let’s celebrate every single woman and lift them up, tell them they are worthy, they are valued, and that there are no limits to what they can do.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

A New Chapter

One of our beautiful plastics patients - thanks Ruben!
I have to start with the biggest piece of news I received recently – I was accepted to school (again)! In September I will be starting my Masters in Public and International Affairs at the University of Ottawa. I found out in the best way, while I was in the middle of skyping with my whole family. The first thing that came to mind was, God is faithful. Faithful to do what He promised. I know that getting into school had very little to do with me and my qualifications and that’s what makes it even more beautiful. I applied to one school and one program because I feel like this is where God has been leading me over the last year, putting this specific desire on my heart. And he accomplished it. I didn’t have the appropriate undergrad degree, I had the bare minimum grades to even apply, and yet, I was accepted. Being accepted suddenly makes going home very real. I had already made my decision, yet when you are on the Ship and hearing about all the needs for next year, and the friends who are staying, and there is no plan for what’s next, it’s easy to think about staying and what that would look like. Now that door is fully closed. But closing that door has opened many other doors. Having never lived in Ottawa as a Christian, there are a lot of unknowns about what life will look like (church, friends, work, living situation, etc.) but I know that God goes before me, just like He has during the last 3 and a half years.

A photo from our time in Edith's village.
I will return home at the end of June, but until then there is still lots happening in Cameroon! I temporarily took on a new ‘role’ – chauffeur. One of the families needed to go to Yaoundé to renew their passports so I offered to drive them. A friend from the orphanage in Benin had connected me to some missionaries he knew who were working in Cameroon for SIL International which is a Christian organization that does Bible translating. We were blessed to be able to go visit this family and hear their story. Both parents are pilots and help to fly the SIL planes. They are here with their 4 beautiful children. When I asked how long they planned to be in Cameroon (they arrived around the same time as the Ship), they said, oh probably 20-30 years. I was pretty amazed. I can’t imagine committing to something to that long…that’s more than the span of my whole life! It was encouraging to hear about how God has worked in their lives to get them to this point. It also helped that the dad is also a mechanic so he was able to help me out with the car which had been beeping at me for a while. We stayed in a nearby retreat center run by an older couple who has been in Cameroon for a long time. It was neat to see some of the other ways God is at work here in Cameroon. The day was spent driving from one place to the next, learning how to handle a manual car on steep hills (while having instructions translated from Portuguese) and seeing more of Yaoundé.

Some of our Canadian crew with the ambassador.
After hosting for two weeks straight, I had a two week break from hosting which happened to be exactly when the Olympics were on. It was fun to gather with people from all over the world and cheer on our respective countries (and talk trash about other people’s countries). A group of us got up at 5am to watch the Women’s Gold medal hockey game and that didn’t end so well…a heartbreaking loss, but in the end the Americans wanted it more. Even though we didn’t get any Gold medals in hockey, we did finish the Olympics with the most medals we’ve ever had, so we clearly have some amazing athletes in many other sports! During this time I also got to meet the Canadian Ambassador to Cameroon, a nice lady who was fairly new in her position and said it was her first time being the head of mission. It was interesting to hear her perspective on Cameroon compared to other countries she had served in. She also said that the Prime Minister of Cameroon had previously served as Cameroon’s ambassador to Canada for 20 years – maybe I should bring him some maple syrup. 

Larina and I in the kitchen window of our temporary 'home'.
We recently had a long weekend on the Ship and I purposefully planned a very non-Ship like weekend. A small group of us went to Kribi where we stayed in a small house with a fully equipped kitchen. We started the weekend off by going to the market and buying everything we needed, took our groceries home by moto, and then cooked our meals. It was funny to learn all the cultural differences that apply even to cooking (especially the high salt content!). We had access to a beautiful beach and spent a day exploring and walking along the beach, climbing the waterfall that is in Kribi, swimming and just enjoying God’s beautiful creation. Another interesting experience was discovering a movie theatre and going to watch Black Panther (the new Marvel movie). Turns out the movie was in French (oops, sorry friends), but the viewing experience was amazing with the audience cheering, clapping, heckling, and laughing constantly.

I’ve been very pushed and challenged lately, being presented with tangible opportunities to be more open and vulnerable. There are moments when I can feel it, feel God pushing me, saying Renee you can put your walls up or you can lean into this. There’s been moments of honest feedback, moments of admitting fears, moments of admitting that I have no idea what I’m doing, moments of sharing past life-changing events. And being open to feedback, truly open to being to what people say. And being incredibly surprised when what they say is how loved you are, how worthy you are. And realizing how much you needed to hear that. I’ve also had moments when I was so frustrated because I couldn’t remember how basic life outside the Ship worked and had to call my mom to be like, “I can’t put it on my credit card, it says 20% interest!?!”, only for her to be like, Renee…it’s 20% over a year, so around 1.6% a month. Ah…well that makes much more sense J Turns out needing people isn’t so bad when you have solid people all around you. 

The next few months will be fairly chaotic and it can be overwhelming to think about how it will all work out, but I'm living and loving one day at a time. Praying for the strength and patience to get through today. I’ll leave you with the words from a new I Am They song called Scars that really resonated with me:

Waking up to a new sunrise, looking back from the other side, I can see now with open eyes. Darkest water and deepest pain, I wouldn't trade it for anything, 'cause my brokenness brought me to you and these wounds are a story you'll use. So I'm thankful for the scars, 'cause without them I wouldn't know your heart, and I know they'll always tell of who you are, so forever I am thankful for the scars.
A shot from the roof of a building in Douala. The Ship is far in the distance.